You had a knack for the not-quite-legal. The morally-grey, if you will. (Crime. You liked crime.)

This interest led you through the window of the abandoned Freddy Fazbear's and sprawling out onto the floor of the attraction. Ouch.

What you didn't expect was for your eyes to meet a pair of expertly polished business shoes. When you looked up, there was a man attached to those shoes. Damn.

"Well, well, what have I got here?" He looked down at you, eyebrow arched and hands on his hips.